Friday, September 16, 2011

The Tennis Match

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The bet!!!

The bet!!!
by cjjcjjc


My sister was older than am by 2 years making her 20 she always used to pick on me at home at school every where never hit it me it was just always making coments lieing about me and I was sick of it.My sister is called Rebecca shes got long blone hair a taned body even in winter (sunbed) she has size 14 shoes just like Mom I think shes ugly but every guy in my school says shes hot and comments like "i would do her".Well back to the story I was sick of it I wanted to get her back big time.So I a made a bet with her loser dose winners house work for a month she said no I tryed and I tryed In the end she said fine but if I won I got £100 If she one I did Anything she said the game was cards person with four highist card won I thought I would cheat I put 4 Aces on top of the red pack and made sure all four Aces were on bottom of blue my sister walked in and grabed the red pack "no thats my pack" she looked at me and said "so what a packs a pack" I whent pale of course I lost.

Mum was a sleep on couch after been at work all day "ok smell mums feet for one hour" Rebecca laugthed and sat on the chair watching I am one of those people who thinks if you have made a bet you should honour it I fell t my knees and crawled to mums feet and took a little wiff god they stunk "no put you face in them and take deep breaths" I did as I was asked I could feel the sweat off mums feet runing down my face I started smelling more and more each smell fellt like it was shooting up my nose to my brain it was hell I couldn't even see the clock to see if my time was up the big sweaty vinigur like feet were in my face I stoped and looked up at the clock it had been 30 mins my sister had left room "If shes gone so I am I" as whent to leave I herad "awwwww stoping already" I turned around to see Mum looking at me I couldn't speak "why were you smelling my feet?" mum asked so I told her everything about the bet she called Rebecca down and asked her about the bet "STOP IT FOR F*CK SAKE HES ALWAYS LYEING ABOUT ME IM OFF TO BED DONT CALL ME DOWN FOR ANY MORE LYES" Rebecca shouted like she was offened

"well look at that because you lyed about enjoying mummys feet you up set your sister what do you think your punishment should be?"
"well look at that because you lyed about enjoying mummys feet you up set your sister what do you think your punishment should be?" Mum asked I looked at her my whole body was trembleing I had no idea what was install for me all thanks to that stupid evil bitch Rebecca as long I live I will hate for this."I know what I'm not evil we have a faimly court tommorow I will be judge you vs your sister"
The next day I walked in to the garden for the family court I surpised by how many people were there.There was Aunt Marge and Aunt Mary the twins they both were in there 40s but looked like they were in their 50s they were fat and realy ugly im talking freddy kruger type ugly not just me ugly.My Aunt Jessica now she was realy beautiful I know I shouldn't but i've always had a crush on her from her long red firey hair to her perfect tan to her smooth soft skin.........Anyway My Cousin Tori she was as beautiful as her mum (Aunt Jessica) but as mean as Rebecca and Rebecca's best friend seeing her I knew I was pretty much screwed.
The trail begun we as a family bealived that all was fair in the family court it was only used in drastic cases I told them all about how I set up the deck the bet everything my sis just lied.After they all talked about it the jury (Aunt Mary and Marge ,Aunt Jessica and cousin Tori) Aunt Jessica stood up and said "we the Jury find Rebecca guilty of lieing and order her to pay Mark £500 in compensaion" I smiled I was happy I won I laugthed at Rebecca untill Aunt Jessica said "but how ever Mark did Cheat in first place so Rebecca will pay him the £500 and since smelling your feet was his own fault we order him to be your personal slave for rest of his life" I stoped laugthing and just wanted to argue but I knew I couldn't then my Mum said "Ok the Judge agrees but since a slave can not have its own money I will have the £500 and slave boy will remove all of the shoes off the jury and kiss and smell their feet and thank them one by one"
I had to crawl like a dog across the grass and up to Aunt Marge I removed her shoes and kissed her feet "thank you" I said and took a deep whiff oh my god it was horible rember mums was like it was shooting up my nose to my brain well this was 10 times worse after 5 mins of smelling i repeted on Aunt Mary then came Aunt Jessica I passiontly kissed her perfect feet she Laughted "enjoying that?" she asked "no...no I was thanking you" I then I had to smell it smelled incredable was there anything about this woman I didn't like? Then came Tori hers was like her mothers but she kept saying "sniff them you worthless little prick" and griping my nose with toes.
The next day My slavery begun badly I woke up chained to the bed seeing my mum grining evily she ut her horible feet against my face and pulled my pants down and stroked my cock "your not leaving till your hard boy" she rubed it up and down up and down with her hand but the smell of her feet was making it imposible to get turned onthis countined till I was so used to the smell I couldn't notice it and then it happed my cock stood up It was like It had just woken up I then started cuming my mum removed her feet and wiped them all over my cock geting the cum between her toes she put her feet to my face "your so lucky breakfast in bed........"

The Basketball Bet

The Basketball Bet
By: David Mendelson

    This is a true story. I'm am the middle child of 3 whose names ill call Michelle and Jon. My parents were divorced and this story takes place at my dad's house.

    Michelle was a junior in high school and jon was in 8th grade at the time. Anyway on with the story. We were coming home from getting ice cream (me,michelle,jon,

    and my dad), and we got to talking about basketball. Me and Michelle are huge basketball fans and we were arguing on a play in a college basketball game. I always

    made jokes about my sister liking noses because she used to grab mine all the time. She also knew I had a foot fetish and knew I hated it when she talked about it.

    We brought these points up in every fight we had. When we got home we went downstairs and before going on the computer to check who was right, we decided to

    make a bet. If I won she had to lick my nose (I said this joking of course) and she said if she won I would have to worship her feet for 5 minutes. Now my sister was a

    very attractive girl and as disgusting as it sounds got hard thinking about it. I tried not to let it distract me. We checked and sure enough she was right. I was leaving

    the room when she asked me why I was walking out on my bet. I told her that I thought we were kidding, but she didn't fall for it (Thank you). I pretended to dreadfully

    walk over there and lie on the floor. She told me I better get ready for some stink cuz she was wearing those shoes and socks all day. She took off her shoes and put

    them over my nose. The smell was terrible. Then she immediately took off her socks and shoved them in my mouth. She was enjoying every minute of my sucking on

    her cheesy sock. She told me to sniff her stinky, sweaty feet. I was beginning to get hard and I was inhaling deeply. With about 2 minutes left she took the socks out

    of my mouth and told me to suck on her toes. I stuck her toes in my mouth and got the taste of vinegar in my mouth. I was eating her toe jam and licking up and down

    her size 9 foot. I think I was about to explode, my dick hurt so much in my pants. "One more minute," she said make it good. I sucked on her feet as if I would never

    use my mouth again. When the 5 minutes were up I could barely give her back her foot. This being my first foot experience,  I then ran upstairs and jacked off. Me and

    my sister haven't talked about it since but I will always remember it.

Friday, September 2, 2011

My Girlfriend Gianna


My Girlfriend Gianna

When I was 18, I met my first girlfriend, Gianna. At first it was just like any normal relationship, complete with our share of little game playing. One of the things we used to do, though, would change my life forever. It all started out when Gianna asked me how much I loved her and I told her that I loved her enough to bow down and actually kiss her feet (not thinking that she would take me up on the offer). Not only did she ask me to do this but she had me do it every night. It did not matter to her if we were on the beach walking around barefoot all day or if her feet were in her sneakers without socks and sweating that day, my job had become to worship her feet for longer and longer periods each and every night. This took a turn for the worse when one day we were in a terrible argument over something I had done and Gianna pointed to the floor and told me, "You better get down on your hands and knees and kiss my feet and beg for forgiveness or you are out of here!". I loved her so much and did not want to lose her so I did her request. She was still furious after half an hour of my begging and decided to call her friend Diane, who never really liked me just like all of Gianna's friends. She explained what had happened and Dianne must have asked where I was and I heard Gianna casually say, "Oh, he's here on the floor kissing my feet right now". This must have freaked Diane out because I heard Gianna trying to convince her that it was true for 5 minutes before she eventually told her to come over and see for herself. Now let me explain that I am a straight male and am not really into kissing my girlfriend/owners feet much less someone that I do not particularly like. This meant nothing to Gianna. She hung up the phone and pulled me up to my knees by my hair explained to me what would be required of me when her friend arrived, and I obeyed because I did not want to lose the love of my life. Then the doorbell rang and my life would never be the same. As instructed I answered the door and let Diane in. She had a look on her face as if she was still trying to figure out if this was real or not. Once in the living room Diane said hi to her friend and sat down. It was then that I knew my instructions but wasn't sure if Gianna would actually make me do it or if she were bluffing. So I just stood there. Gianna looked at me and said, Well...we're waiting". At this point I swallowed my pride and got on my hands and knees and crawled to Diane and bowed my head down and said, "Diane, I am now Gianna's slave. Would you like me to clean your sneakers with my tongue for you?" There was still hope, maybe Diane could not put anyone through such humiliation and would refuse out of kindness. No such luck. After about a minute of her hysterical laughter, Diane said, "Sure, I have been waiting to do something like this to you for a long time now. Start with the tops". Like a good slave I bowed my head and for the first time in my life, actually began licking someone's dirty sneaker. As I licked, I could hear them talk as if I were a piece of property. They said this is a dream come true and that it was something every girl should own. When the tops were finished I thought I was done, and then to my horror, sat back, put her feet up and pointed, saying "allright, now I want the bottom of my sneakers to look just like the day I bought them". Without knowing why I didn't run, I did this and gave them blackmail material on me forever. The next day I woke up hoping that this would be something that would be forgotten and never repeated again. Silly me. Gianna and her friends were all 18 and seniors in high school. I was a recent graduate and not doing anything that day. Around 1:00 I got a phone call from her between classes and she told me to be at her house (I had the key) and waiting for her on my hands and knees with my head bowed to the floor at 3:00. When the time came and I bowed down waiting for her I was so nervous, not having any idea what to expect. I heard the door open and saw Gianna's shoes walk next to me, then I saw Diane's walk to the other side, and then to my absolute horror, I saw a third unidentified pair. When Gianna told me to kneel upwards, I looked up into the eyes of my most hated enemy, Melissa. A little background on Melissa: she was Gianna's friend who she had to stop seeing because me and her were always at each others throats. I had spit on Melissa once, thrown a slap at her, and called every name under the sun until I told Gianna it was either her or me, and at the time the choice was me. Now I am on my knees in front of her and I see her grab me by the hair, pull my head back and spit a gigantic wad of spit right in my face before she even says a word. Melissa broke out laughing at me and told me to bow down and clean every speck of dirt off of her shoes and told me that my impending punishment would be more severe if I didn't. As she relaxed and I knelt, she would have me tell her how sorry I was for the stuff I did in the past and have me answer while still licking the bottom of her shoes. The other girls laughed at how my speech sounded with my tongue dragging across the bottom of Melissa's footwear.
This bring me to my life today. For the last six months I have stayed kneeling every day at three o'clock only to have Gianna, Diane, Melissa, and three other girls come over Gianna's every day after school. My duties are:
Shoe cleaning: I must crawl to all six girls and lick clean the top and bottom of their sneakers, no matter what they stepped in (usually on purpose).
Feet cleaning: I then wash my mouth with soap and crawl back to them and take off their shoes and socks. At this point I start with licking in between each toe and swallowing the toy jam, them I suck each toe and chew any long toenails and swallow them, then I lick the top and bottom of their bare feet until they push my face away with the bottom of their foot.
Toilet service: This all takes place in the basement and the bathroom is upstairs. Gianna tells me that her friends shouldn't have to walk all the way upstairs to go to the bathroom as long as I am there. Melissa always tells me that she holds it in day in school, no matter how much she ate or drank just waiting for me. I don't think that Melissa has even used a toilet that much in the last six months.
Air freshener: The girls do not like the smell when one of them has gas so my job is to sit on the floor in front of a chair, tilt my head back so it is face up on the seat, and then whoever has to will pull her pants down and sit with my face up the crack of her ass and fart directly into my open mouth so that I can suck it up and they don't have to smell it. Melissa usually "accidentally" forgets to stop sitting on my face for a few minutes after farting.
Punching bag: Whenever one has a breakup or it's that time of the month, I stay on my hands and knees and am kick, punched, spit on, and beaten for as long as it takes to make them feel better.
Doormat: There is not a day that goes by where I do not have all six standing on me at once. Luckily, there combined weight is only about 650 pounds. usually they will all stand on me, the one who is standing on my face will wipe her bare feet off on it for about a minute, then get off and go to the back of the line (my legs) and wait her turn again. This is done to toughen me up for when they have a party in the future and I will be the doormat.
Ashtray: I stay on my hands and knees with my mouth open while Melissa (the only smoker) taps her ashes into my mouth. And finally,
Amusement: They like to sit in a wide circle, blindfold me, and have me crawl to whomever I think snapped their fingers and kiss their feet. If I am right, I go back to the middle and await the next snap, if I am wrong, the person whose feet I kissed gets to spit in my face and I try again.
So this is my life now and I hope you have enjoyed it. My owners have also told me to say that I am available for parties with them only requiring a small fee for my services. Oh well, I have to go, it's almost three o'clock.

fay and her footboy

fay and her footboy

“Whap!” “Forty-eight-thank-you-mistress!”

“Whap!!” “Forty-nine-thank-you-mistress!”

Mistress Fay hesistates, reluctant to deal the final blow. She wishes she had assigned twice as many lashes.

The switch hangs heavily in the black palm of her hand, fingerless latex gloves stretched to her elbows. She wears only them, a matching latex mini-skirt, and a pair of strappy black pumps, her foot tapping indecisively as she contemplates the form before her.

Her slave hangs by his wrists from a wooden frame in front of her. His knees bent, he is just shorter than her. A blindfold is tidily strapped over his eyes. He is lean but muscled, fully-shaven but for the messy shlock of brown hair on top of his head. He tends to be rather unkept. That’s what she’s for.

Her slave wears forty-nine bright pink lines across his back, more a few of them across his ass-cheeks. She finds their arrangement aesthetically pleasing. She is an artist. Fay already knows where the last line will go.

Then she has a wonderful idea. Smiling gleefully to herself, she finishes off the portrait.

“Whap!!” “F-fifty! Thank you mistress!”

She sets down her switch and gives his shoulders a rub. Her latex palms pinch his arms and slide down his sides. “You took that very well, slave,” she says. He says nothing. “But i bet your back must really hurt.”

She wraps her arms around his chest and pulls herself against his back. He winces as her breasts come into contact with his bruises.

“There’s a remedy for back pain,” she whispers in his ear, her long nails running up and down his chest, “a remedy i’ve heard of, and i’m sure you’re familiar with it. You’ve seen it - you lie down, and someone walks across your back. Barefoot.”

He gasps, gasps at the thought of his mistress’s perfect feet, at the thought of her perfect bare feet on his skin. He adores her feet, and she knows this. The fingers planted on his abdomen can feel the warmth of his @#%$ as it grows.

“Do you think that would work, slave?” she asks. “Do you think that would help?” He says nothing. His opinion, he knows, is ultimately unimportant. “Okay,” she whispers low and husky in his ear, “we’ll try that.”

After a few moments the blindfold is removed, and he sees his mistress’s beautiful face, ringed by long blond curls. Her nose is a tiny dart, her smile warm and wide. As she steps aside to undo his cuffs, he sees she has set a soft blue blanket on the floor for him.

After freeing him, she steps to the blanket, wearing his blindfold on her forehead like a headband. She stands beside one end of the rectangle of the blanket. “Come and lie down on the blanket, slave.”

He walks next to her and begins to kneel, stretching himself out on his chest, with his head at the opposite end from her feet. She stops him. “I want your head right here,” she says, tapping her toes. “Lie on your back, too. I’ve decided i’d much rather walk on your front.”

Her slave does as she commands, trying not to tremble too visibly at the thought of her perfect feet on his chest. Lain on the blanket, he tries to dispel the thought of her feet next to his head, her toes peeking out over the edge of her shoe.

Fay kneels on one leg to unlace one pump. “Be a good boy and hold this?” she says, wedging her heel in his mouth. She pulls her foot from it. He watches her plump, creamy sole rise from his face. “That’s what i like about you. You’re such a good little footboy.” He whimpers with the heel of her shoe on his tongue.

She removes her shoes, one from his mouth and one from her foot. She lifts one leg, holding her foot above his face. He bites his lip, trying not to drool with the sleek shape of her foot before him, five perfectly-round toes sitting at the end. They wiggle.

“Uh-uh. No lookie.” She brings her sole down slowly across his eyes, blotting out all sight of it. A tiny moan slides up from his throat at the feeling of her warm foot on his face. He hopes she doesn’t hear it.

Fay replaces her foot with the blindfold, and steps quietly away towards his abdomen. She prods his side with her bare toes, and he squirms, releasing a squeak.

Gently, she steps onto his lower chest, one foot at a time, feeling him grunt as his body accomodates her weight. “Mmmm,” she sighs, feeling warm muscle beneath her feet. She curls her toes, digging her nails into him.

She moves toward his head, walking along the straight line of his chest. He groans under her weight, though aroused by the feel of her soles on his skin. She lifts a foot, scratching at his neck with her toenails. He coos, releasing the breath pressed from his lungs by her one foot, that heaviest of foots in the entire world.

His mistress turns and steps back toward his pelvis, stopping in front of his trembling @#%$. Long and stiff, it telegraphs his arousal. She lifts a foot toward it, running the pad of her big toe down it and the nail of her toe back up.

She feels him shiver beneath her foot. Amused, she turns and lowers herself, sitting on his chest. His @#%$ slides between the hot latex seam of her crack, and he can feel the warmth of her ass on his chest. And of course, her bare soles, her legs pulled up in front of her.

Her feet claw slowly up his chest like a shipwrecked islander across a beach. Her toes slide across the skin of his neck, and she takes his chin between her two feet.

“Do you like your mistress’s feet, slave?” She pushes his chin back with her soles, toes curled over the edge of his face.

“Y-yes, mistress,” her slave answers. “I love them.”

“Worship them,” she hisses.

Anticipation building in his foot-held throat, he begins to bring his hands from his sides to hold them. In a moment her feet are on his hands, wrists pinned by her arches to the floor. His head bobs forward, gasping at the speed with which her feet have trapped him.

“Noooo hands,” she warns him playfully. He tries to hold in his whimpers as her feet work back up his arms. She presses her heels up against the bottom of his chin, then her soles climb over onto his face, one on top of the other over his lips.

She can feel the hum of his moan, trapped beneath her feet. His nose puffs breath across her toes, and she curls them against his face. “Worship them,” she reminds him.

He slowly opens his mouth to kiss her soft sole. Then he opens it a bit more, licking the ball of her foot. His tongue slides across her smooth skin easily.

She slides her soles over his face, encouraging him to lick. They stroke his cheeks and nose and ruffle his hair. He laps at her arches and her heels and her toes. She runs her toes between his lips one by one, eager to feel his tongue on their pads and in between.

“Mmmmm,” she sighs, “you’re such a good footboy.” She reaches a hand around behind her to his @#%$ wedged along her ass. She begins to run a long nail along the length of his shaft. His shudder is a warm buzz against her bare ass and cunnie.

Her feet plant themselves on his cheeks, keeping him steady. “Tell me,” she says, still stroking him, “what do mistress’s feet smell like?”

Her toes ride up along his nose, pinching it between. Toes sit on the rim of his nostril, waiting to be smelt. “They smell like, l-like...leather. Like w-wet leather. Like wet leather slapping.”

“And what,” she asks, “do they taste like?” She pops a big toe into his mouth, and he suckles it like a child, tongueing its broad pad. “What do they taste like?”

“They taste,” he stammers, as her toe slips from his mouth, “they taste...they t-taste...delicious.”

She smiles. “Then eat.”

She spreads her toes across his face, and he licks eagerly at and between them, as she tells him, through sighs, just what she will do.

“What i’m gonna do to you...mmmm...one night...i’m going to kneel you at the foot of my bed...tie you to the footboard...ummm...tie you real tight, and you’re gonna wear my foot for a gag...mmmm, haha, while i sleep, yes...”

He whimpers into her toes, still suffering the tip of her nail on his @#%$, its speed never wavering. He nibbles the meat below the base of her toes.

“Maybe...invite some friends over...and we’ll put you in front of the coffee table, and sit down...mmmm, three of us...sit down on the couch...and we’ll line up our feet on the table in front of you...worship them, yeah, all six, haha...” Fay slides one foot onto the floor, spreading her legs to slip a finger into her @#%$. “Yeah...and you’ll suck all thirty toes...one-by-one-by-one...all the way across...”

His tongue begins to smack wildly against her sole. That finger on his @#%$ still does not vary its speed. The one in her cunnie, however, is humming like a bumblebee. He can feel her warm juices trickle onto his chest.

“Hee hee...maybe...find a nice set of stocks to lock you in...then maybe...maybe we’ll have some fun with your feet for a change...with matches and pins and ice cubes and feathers.” She pinches his head. That does it.

He reaches his peak and she begins to milk him, squeezing out his hot juice across her back. This and the sensation of him screaming his lust into her soles brings her own efforts at self-pleasure to a head. She splashes onto his chest.

“Uhh-hhh-huhh.”

Dazed, Fay pushes herself back up with her hands. Wet and sticky, she slides off him easily. He continues to lick very gently at her soles. She lifts her feet from him, dripping saliva and sweat. He stiffens himself, biting his mouth closed.

“Oohh,” she says, “you’ve gotten mistress all messy.” She giggles. “I think you need a punishment...fifty lashes before bed tonite!” His mistress struggles to get back on her feet. “And when you’re all good and bruised again...maybe your back will need another...treatment?”

She stands, looking down on her slave. He cannot see her smile. He tries - and fails - to hide his.

end

Action/Reaction


Action/Reaction 
by cjjcjjc 
Part 1 Introduction.

Have you ever heard of Newton's laws of motion? Well one of them says “To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.” This is true in classical mechanics and it’s true in life. Others prefer to say “Karma” when talking about life but I prefer Newton's law as the sentence above sounds more poetic I guess than just “Karma” but call it what will this story supports.

Now every story needs a main character, Ours is Cindy Summers. Cindy is a typical teenage drama queen. She was also spoiled by her father. The fact she was daddy’s spoiled little princess caused problems with her mother Denise. Cindy was the type who never did any house work and was a complete bitch to everyone but her friends.

Cindy’s father passed away and Denise tried her best but Cindy was still acting like the princess and like a bitch. Denise worked hard to get money, She took a waitressing job after her husband’s death to pay the bills. Money was tight but she always did her best. She even insisted on Family Games night to try and make Cindy and her other daughter Crystal, feel like the family is still together. She even invited her sister, Cindy’s Aunt Irene.

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“Oh come on Mom. If I don’t get a phone from this year I’ll be an outcast, a freak, a loser. I’ll have to sit with fat kids who don’t wash. Can you really do that to your own daughter?” Cindy whined to her mother. The blonde haired girl pouted as she begged.

“No we don’t have the money dear. It’s either Soccer camp for your Sister or a phone for you. We don’t have the money to pick both. Since you had that new music toy it’s your sister’s turn for a treat.” He Mother told her trying to do her job. She hated it when her daughters bothered her at work.

“It’s called Rock Band, It’s not a toy we learning to be a music group and soccer camp? SOCCER CAMP? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I DON’T EVEN GET A PHONE AND THE LITTLE LESBIAN GETS TO GO TO SOCCER CAMP? GOD YOU HAVE BEEN HANGING AROUND THESE IDIOTS TOO MUCH. I HATE YOU.” Cindy shouted at her mother before dramatically storming off. (Hey I warned you she was a spoiled little drama queen so don’t even bother rolling your eyes in shock)

Denise felt so small. Everyone in the diner was staring her. She could hear the whispers too. People judging her, thinking she was a horrible parent and some even believing the lesbian comment. “That little cow.” Denise thought clearing a table of dishes. She had never been so humiliated in all her life.

Reaction

That night was family games night. It may be a cheesy or corny concept but the fact of the matter is it was a single mother’s attempt to keep her family strong and together. The night was basically all 4 members (Denise , Cindy , Crystal and Irene.) would sit down and play a board game together from Monopoly to Clue it was game time. Each week a different person picks a game. This week was Crystal the youngest member of the family at age 12. You can usually tell the age or type of person by the games they pick.

Denise and Irene usually pick the classic type of games. Monopoly, scrabble, clue. The old time games. This writer personally thinks that is due to those been the games they are use to. After all if your choosing a game what would be a better strategic move than choosing a game you know better than your opponents?

Cindy the teenager tended to pick the games with more flash or games about pop starts or movies. Scene it! For example is one of her favourites and how perfect an example it is. A game that uses a dvd as well as the regular board and the questions are all about movies. You don’t get more different from the classics than that. I think that is her trying to cooler than everyone and so choosing the games with the most flair.

Cindy however was still basically a kid. She was at that Tween years. Not a child but not a teenager. Her games were usually the really interactive games like Twister or pop up pirate. Games that had something to keep her attention. This is because let’s face it at that age who could really not get bored playing a word game or a classic board game?

Today Cindy chose the board game “Who dares wins!” for those not familiar you draw a card each round and do what the card says. Usually these are simple stuff like “hop on one leg” but there were some harder dares mixed in. If you fail the dare you get a wedge similar to trivial pursuit. If you get 4 you are out of the game. There was other rules but I’m not going to sit here advertising a game to you. You get the point now.

The game had been going 30 minutes before Cindy’s turn that would never be forgotten. She had 3 of the 4 wedges needed to loose and if there is one thing Cindy hates it’s to loose. She rolled the dice and thanks to the roll moved forward 6 spaces. She reached down pulled up a card.

“Kiss the feet of one player. You choose who.” She read. Her mouth dropped.

“Pick me Cindy.” Crystal laughed lifting up her foot. Her foot was pitch black from walking around all day barefoot.

“Gross.” Cindy said then looked over at her Aunt Irene and then to her Mother and back again. She had a choice to make and she knew she had too or loose the game.

“I choose …. “ Cindy said looking at her Aunt’s dirty shoes and back at her mothers clean slippers.

“I chose mom.” She finally managed to say.

“Are you sure?” Her mother smirked back at her smugly.

“Yes I’m sure.” Cindy told her.

“Perfect. Then I’m playing my little keepsake card, Use this card on one player to make them have to repeat the dare whenever you say.” Her mother laughed evilly. Cindy was in shock. She was going to have to kiss them whenever her mother said until the game finished. This game doesn’t end till there is no more players. It could last hours.

“Oh it gets better. I’ve not had a change to shower since I got back from work.” Her mother laughed more kicking her slippers off her feet. The second they were removed she could see how oily the soles of her mother looked. The smell started to fill the room.

“Ewww, those feet reek.” Irene mocked her sister as she held her noise in mock disgust.

“I bet you wish you chose me now.” Crystal roared with laughed at her sister.

Cindy sank down to her knees. The smell oozing out the feet made her nose wrinkle in disgust. Her mother wiggled her toes now inches from the poor girls face. She felt sick to her stomach. This game had quickly turned from family fun to the most humiliating moment of her life. It was officially hell.

“Wait don’t be so ready to kiss them. They want dinner and a movie first.” Her mother mocked as the family was again in a fit of laugher.

“Seriously Irene you have to take a photo of this. Let your Aunt get her camera out.” Her mother told her pulling her feet away.

“Got it!.” Irene said proudly holding the camera to her feet.

“Say cheese.” Her mother taunted her.

“It’s hard not to say cheese at your feet Mom.” Crystal replied making the group laugh again. Cindy however reminded quiet and leaned in placing her lips upon the soft oily wrinkled soles in front of her face. When the lips touched She saw a flash and heard a click. Again and again. Irene was wasting no time in taking photo after photo.

Cindy back away after kissing. Her face red with embarrassment. She looked at Mother for some change that it was over.

“Kiss my feet again. Cindy your never going to stop kissing my feet during this game. I bet your lips will be sore next games night.” Her mother told her in a oddly calm voice. Then it hit her, He mother was actually going to keep kissing her feet all night.

Cindy found herself kissing up and down the soles of her mother. She was right she hadn’t showered since work and working an 8 hour shift as a waitress and walking to and from work made her feet sweat so bad. The smell was impossible to escape.

It assaulted the girls noise in away Cindy never knew possible. But there she kneeled on the floor kissing up to the soles. It made it so much more humiliating the fact they had gone back to the game and were ignoring the kissing now like it was the most natural thing in the world. Worse still was the odd sense of powerless Cindy felt over fact she hated her mother, the smell of her feet was awful, yet their Cindy found herself kissing up to them.

After an hour of kissing Cindy saw the card out the corner of her eye “Use this card on one player to make them have to repeat the dare once whenever you say” Wait …. Once?!? Cindy realized.

“Hey the card says ….” Cindy started as her mother knocked her to the floor and wasted no time in keeping the feet pressed over her face.

“Ah much better. Shuts her up and because they are touching her lips it’s still kissing” Denise explained as they continued to play the game. It was Denise’s turn and she pretended to drop the dice. She bent down to pick it up.

“Awww you figure out it was just meant for one repeat? How do you feel? Small? Humiliated? That’s how I felt when you showed me up at work. You spoiled brat have had this coming for ages and I am going to savor every moment of this.” Her mother whispered with glee at the situation.


To Be continued ………

An Evening With Eva


An Evening With Eva
By Author Unknown

"Ok meet me at 7:00pm" Eva said
"where ev?"
"i 'll be waiting for you at the 4th street corneris it ok?"
"it would be fine ,ev"
"ok,hey are you sure you can handle it? There is nothing normal there i must warne ya"
"just try me baby,yes ev i am pretty sure i want to do it"
"ok ,then be on time"
"i will"
"see ya"
"bye"
there i took a long breath with a moment of thinking, yes i really want to do that it was soething deep inside my mind tell me it's worth it i took a look to y watch it was 5 o'clock i dont have a plantey of time i got up and started to get y self ready for this evinig at 7:00 sharp Eva arrived ,she smiled at me and told me to get into her white BMW sport car, i get in and after a friendly kiss i said:"Eva,you look gorgeous,you always do" " stop flattering you, i need to get rid of soe pounds"
"oh no baby,you look great just the way you are" "anyway,we need to go , i dont like beeing late it would takes 20 mins to reach there, are you ready"
"yes"
Eva is one of my best friends,she is 26 yrs about 5,7 feet green eyes fire hair and with the velvet voice she has she was almost perfect.
At 7:25 we were standing in front of the door of the one floor house after three regular knocks(they seem as a sign or something) a tall guy with black long hair wearing a maid uniform opened the door and started some greetings sentences
"hi,Mistress Eva Ma'am,hello sir , Mistress norma is waiting for you"
"oh,thank you jojo , i know my way " Eva said that while she passed him as he was nobody , i didnt know what to say ,so i just folowed my friend who turned to me and said"that's joseph Mistress norma's husband_slave"
"intresting"
as we continue to the living room , when we entered there i saw Mistress norma she was in the first 30th about 5,9 feet blue eyes with a perfect body
"hello Eva i really missed you hunny"she said that while she stood up and gave eva a big kiss on her mouth
"hello norma , it's been a long time , that's my friend A i told you about"
"hello MR.A , i hope you are going to enjoy your night with us"
"i am really sure Mistress norma, it's nice to meet you" i said that while i take her hand and kissed it
"you may call me norma,you are not my slave, yet"with a general laghter she invited us to set i could guess she is british at least that what her tone seemd to be after a short chat she took a bell net to her and rang it, as soon as the bell rang jojo was infront of norma kneeling
"go bring brian ,jojo"
"yes Mistress"
in a minute jojo was kneeling again with a white man about 6 feet with blind hair and glasses on "jojo you may leave"
"thank you Mistress"
"eva , what do you think of my new slave" norma asked
"i cant tell yet ,norma he looks good but we need to try him" eva said that with a smile
"of caurse hunny"
"MR A would you join us here?" norma asked
"oh thanks , but i am not into that i am here just for watching"i smiled at her then she took a scissors from the draw net to her and started to tease brian by passing it on his face slowly "you have a nice golden hair brian,i guess you like it" she said that while she smiled and look at Eva , i didnt want to belive what i was thinking about,is she going to do it,oh my god but why? ,when she caught my thoughts with an angry countenance on her face"but the only problem that it's the same color of my hair and i dont like you to have it, do you agree Mistress Eva?" looking at Eva
"you are abslotly right Mistress norma" said that while she was playing with his hair
"dont wory you will look better"(a laghter came out the both ladies) she started to cut his hair slowly , happly,and she was showing him each wisp while Eva was smoking a cigarret with a big smile and some jokes of the poor brian well,the bold brian now was kneeling infront of thoose tow ladies with tears runing out his eyes but he tried to keep them in his eyes,when norma said"stand up slut,and go bring the sweeper from the kitchen and clean this trash" he stood up and run into the kitchen while Eva turned to me and asked"what do you think?"
"i dont know , was it necessary to shave his head?"
"i am affraid yes it is"norma answered
"now he will belive that he cant control a thing in his life,he is not allowed to think,act ,or say anything without the approval of the Mistress"Eva said
"i see"
brian was back and start to clean the hair all over the floor and put it in the trash and get back to where he was kneeling here norma asked Eva about the dirt on her shoes and she replied"you know hunny it's raining out there"
"brian , clean Mistress Eva shoes"norma said,so he get up tp bring something he could clean the lady's shoes when norma stopped him with a slap on his face and leaded him to the ground againsaying"WITH YOUR TOUNGE SLUT" so he crawled to Eva's shoes and began to lick and i can till you it was really dirty ,Eva was looking at the pet_human under her shoes that victory look "i want it to shine shithead"Eva said ,he continued licking , when the shoes was clearly shining Eva gave him the sole oh my god what she was doing i thought to my self,i need to say something but no it's not my businiess , so brian licked her shoes sole
"remove my shoes slut"Eva said
"yes Mistress Eva" and he started to remove it,Eva was wearing a 2 inches , black shoes with a nylon stockings and to be honest i always dreamed to kiss her feet(damn i am jealous now i wanted to be at brian's position)then i noticed that i had an eriction
"do you want to kiss my feet ,brian"
"yes Ma'am,please"
"what are you going to do for that,slut"
"anything Ma'am"
"oh anything shithead?"
"yes Ma'am anything"
"then beg me" with a smile on Eva 's face
"please Mistress Eva may i kiss your feet,may i be your feet slave?"
"boring"Eva siad
"Mistress Eva please i will do any thing you want just let me kiss your feet and suck on each toe,they are a godess feet"
"bad try shithead"and countinued"shithead do you want to be my foot slave?"
"yes Ma'am"
"well,it's not my buisinis then, you should ask it"
"ask who Mistress?"
"my foot stupid,you want to be its slave dont you?"with a laugh came out the both women a really loud one
"go ahead slut"Mistress norma said while she continued laghing Eva raised her foot to his face "ask my foot nicely shithead"(laugh)
"call it Mistress foot"norma siad
"Mistress foot , may i be your slave?"
"what the hell is that beg it more shithead"Eva said
"please Mistress foot may i be ur slave,i will do what ever you want me to i will obey every command and i beg you Mistress foot to accept me as your pet,slut,pig just please say yes"
"what the hell are trying to do ?"Eva said and turned to norma"norma you didnt mintion that he is a stupid and a maniac,for god seak norma he is talking t
o a foot"and very loud laghter of Eva and Norma came,even me i couldnt keep my self brian 's face turned red with embarssment and he faced the floor "brian take off my stockings"
"yes Mistress Eva"and he took them off
"now lick my feet, the sole"
brian started to lick Eva's feet like a hungry animal while norma poured my a wine glass and gave it to me she got one to herself too
"shithead stop and go get a bowel full of water , cool water"
so he went to do what he was told "you are going to get used on that A"Eva said
"he got a hard erection Eva"norma said smiling
"w well i i am "i didnt know what to say
"come on norma dont push so hard"Eva said with a smiling and strange look at me brian get back with a water bowel "put it beside my feet shithead"Eva said brian put the bowel on the floor and knelt there
"now wash my feet"
"yes Mistress"
he began to wash her feet slowly and gently like he wants more of thoose feet and yes i dont blame him he continued to wash them for more than 30 min while we had a normally chat like nothing was happining there
"now stop shithead"
"yes Mistress i hope you like it"
"oh it was not that bad"eva continued"but you are not finished shithead"
"yes Mistress"
"you take this bowel,and drink the water you washed my feet with, i want you to drink every drop shithead"
and without hesitation brian took the bowel to his mouth and drink every drop while norma looked at him proudly i mean he is her slave in the last
"put my stockings and shoes on"
"yes Mistress"
after her shoes were on eva stood so i could guess that we are about to leave so i stood too
"it was a really nice of you norma to invite me and my friend to your house and let me use your slave" eva said thankfuly
"oh it's the less i could do for my best friend hunny"
"it was a pure pleaser to meet you norma and thank you for let me be part of your lovely night"
"oh you are wellcome MR A ,anytime,oh and here that is my phone number and my cell phone too i will wait for your call i have something to talk about with you"
"i will call you in a few days norma"
"you better do"(smiling)
"brian what a good boy says??"
"thank you Mistress Eva for every thing"
"oh you are wellcome"(laughing)
norma leaded us to the house door with her polite good_bys we got into the car without any word eva turn the car and drove back home , on the way she asked me
"A what do you think of me?"
"gorgues"
"it's not what i meant"
"but you still gorgues""it was a great night thank you eva"
"you are wellcome in any time"and continued her drive when we were infront of my home i told her to come in "oh you know i love that but i need to sleep ,i got a job in the early morning"
"ok,then see you later baby"with a kiss i opened the car's door
"i noticed your erection too"
"well i am a man right?" said that with a laugh
"you like the feet slave idea dont you?"
"who doesnt?"
"and you like to be a feet slave? My feet slave?"
"who doesnt eva?who doesnt?" i said that and shutted the door with a blowing kiss i turned and went home opened the door and turned again eva turned the engine and waved to me , i waved back and said "who doesn't Mistress Eva?"

the end of part one

A special Saturday nite dinner


A special Saturday nite dinner
Part I & II
By danza

Danielle was sitting on the kitchen floor when she heared Amira coming home. It was the end of a saturday afternoon and Amira had been giving bella dance lessons. Usualy she would bring something home for dinner for the two of them but not today. When Danielle heared the key in the door, she crawled on hand and knees to the door to greet her when she came in. She kept her head bowed as a servant should for her mistress.

When the door opened, she could only see Amira's shoes. Her favorite sneakers were on her barefeet. Her jeans where a little short so her bare ankles showed. All afternoon she woud teach her students, barefoot on the hard wooden floor of the rehearsal room. After that, Danielle knew she didn't waste time on a shower because she would be hungry. She'd just put on those old sneakers and went home.

As a welcome, Danielle placed a kiss on both her shoes while Amira took of her coat. Amira did not say anything, she expected nothing less from her servant. Danielle saw a glimps of a pizza box when Amira took it from the hall table and watched her walk to the kitchen.

Normaly, she would have also a pizza for Danielle which she would put on a plate on the floor. Now she put the box on the table and sat down and started eating. Knowing she should never ask for her dinner, Danielle crawled under the table and laid at Amira's feet. Danielle hoped she would get some leftovers.

Amira lifted her shoes of the floor and placed them on Danielle's face. She used the little girls head as a footrest. The profile of her soles left traces on Danielle's face each time she shifted her weigth from the left foot to her right foot. With her right foot she even bounced for minutes to the beat of some dance music in the background.

Suddenly she removed her shoes from her servant't face and looked down at her. She smiled when she saw the clear imprint of her sole profile all over the little girls face. Finaly Amira spoke to her servant. She ordered Danielle up on her knees beside the table and tilt her head backwards. Danielle's face was now in the light of the kitchen and it cleary showed the footprints Amira's sneakers left on it.Amira laughed when she saw her work and took another bite from her pizza. Danielle could smell it and she got even more hungry, her stomach even made rumbling sounds.

Amira noticed it and grab Danielle's chin and gently forced her to open her mouth wide. She bend over the little servant, their faces just a few inches apart. Danielle saw Amira chew on the bite of pizza. Then Amira opened her mouth and a pulp of chewed pizza was spitted right into Danielle's opened mouth. Amira forced her mouth to close and ordered her to swallow.

Danielle did as she was ordered and swallowed down the chewed pizzabite. Amira took another bite and after some chews agian forced Danielle's mouth opened and spitted the pulp of saliva and pizza right in. She repeated the ritual a few more times and then took a nip of the red wine she opened to go with the pizza. Feeling the wine slide down her throat, she saw Danielle looking at her, hoping for a drink. Amira just got an evil grin and Danielle saw her cheeks move. After Amira got her mouth full of saliva she forced Danielle's mouth open and spitted it again in. This time she waited to close Danielle's mouth and laughed when she saw the little girls mouth filled with her saliva. Grinning she ghatered two more mouthfull's and spitted in, filling her servant's mouth up to her lips.

Enjoying the sight of it, she leaned back and smoked a cigarette. Danielle's neck got stiff from holding her head backwards and hoped Amira would finish her cigarette soon and would give the permission to swallow. Amira however, didn't mind and took her time and even read some magazines on the kitchen table while she smoked. By now, the mouth full of her mistress saliva tasted foul on Danielle's tongue. Danielle could not decide if the pain in her neck or the taste in her mouth was the worst thing for now.

Then, when she was just about to put her cigarette in the ashtray, Amira again looked at the mouth full of spit of her servant. Amira then moved her hand over her servant's face and put out the still glowing cigarette in the little pool of saliva. After that, she closed Danielle's mouth and ordered to swallow. Danielle swallowed the spit and the cigarette tip both. After swallowing she bowed down and placed a kiss on each shoe to thank her mistress for the few bites she got.

Amira slipped out of her shoes and shoved one under Danielle's face. The little girls face was right above the instep of the smelly sneaker. She could even see the imprint Amira's sole made inside the shoe. Amira placed both her bare feet on the back of Danielle's head, forcing her into her sneaker. Danielle's stomach turned when all she could breath in was the putrid smell of the old sneaker. Luckily, Amira only pressed her down for a minute or so and then released the pressure. Amira got up and took the pizza box with still a slice left over and walked into the living room.


Amira turned the tv on and started to watch some program. She ordered Danielle to crawl over and if she was still hungry, she knew what she had to do. Not having eaten all day expcept for some chewed pizza bites, Danielle looked down at the box on the floor. The was almost nothing left. It was mashed into a undefinable pulp that now covered Amira's feet. Amira didn't bother to even look at Danielle anymore and started to watch a movie.

After an hour or so, Danielle could not hold it any longer and she needed to have something to eat. She crawled over to Amira and looked and the pizza pulp on Amira's sole and between her toes. Danielle laid down on the floor and started licking Amira's toes. It wasn't even too bad, the taste of the pizza camouflaged the smell. Then Danielle's tongue went between Amira's toes. After licking of the pizza, her tongue also licked up some toejam between Amira's toes. Danielle got all her courage and swallowed that too.

After that, she started to work on the soles. Amira walked almost all of her life barefooted and had very rough soles. Licking them hurted Danielle's tongue but complaining would not have any effect. Luckily, Amira's soles where not realy that black anymore. Most of the dirt mingled with the pizza pulp. Amira told Danielle to keep licking till she would tell her to stop. Danielle did while Amira just watched television, not one moment looking at the little girl serving her at her feet.

At the end of the evening, Danielle could finaly stop the licking when some late night show on television ended and Amira was tired and wanted to go to bed. Amira looked down and the girl and saw she cleaned her foot perfectly. Her rough and dirty dancers feet where completly clean. Danielle's mouth on the other, was sore from licking and it was if she could taste the floor and the soles of all the women in Amira's dancin class.

Amira got up and walked upstairs to go to sleep. Danielle quickly got up and took the pizza box and threw it in the dustbin. After that she crawled upstairs to the bedroom. Amira was already sitting on the bed, wearin only a nite shirt now. Daniellecrawled in and lay at her feet beside the bed. This was where she had to sleep. When Amira would wake up, she wouldn't have to step directly on the cold floor but instead she could step on Danielle's soft belly.

Amira looked down at the little girl at her feet and just showed that evil grin again. Danielle was so tired her tongue was so sore from licking the callused soles for over two hours. Especialy the rough edges on Amira's heels scraped her dry tongue. Amira noticed it and asked Danielle if she wasn't happy to please her mistress. Danielle tried to speak but her mouth was to dry. Amira bursted out in laughter while the little girl tried to answer. "Got a dry mouth there, slut?" Amira asked laughing. Danielle just nodded yes.

Ok, Amira said, and shifted her weight forward. She slipped of the bed and then just sat down on Danielle's face. With her nose covered by Amira's ass it was hard to breath for the smothered servant. When Amira moved a little she could sometimes take a little breathe but the air was filled with the smell of Amira's ass. Arroused by the feeling of Danielle's face underneath her crotch, Amira started riding the girls face, her wet crotch moving up and down on her nose. Her nose covered in her ass and her pussy on her mouth, Danielle tried to stay breathing. After a few wild movements, Amira came all over Danielle's face. The little girl could feel her misstress shook all over on her face and after the climax, Amira dropped her crotch on Danielle's face. Amira almost forgot the girl underneath her, still shivering from the climax.

With her face now wet and Amira's crotch so heavy on her, Danielle couldn't hardly breathe. After a minute she paniced and her arms tried to wave and signal her misstress. Amira lifted her crotch just an inch from her servants face and Danielle opened her mouth wide to breath in some fresh air. Trying to do that, Amira simply lowered herself again, and Danielle's face was burried in her crotch again. The little girl signaled it was so hard to breath but Amira just laughed. After a few seconds that seemed to last hours, Amira raised her ass again and Danielle opened up to get a breath of fresh air.

When Amira heared the heavy breathing, she let out a loud fart on the girls face and sat down again. Danielle's last breath was the smelly fart and all went dark again. This time it only took a few seconds and Danielle opened up wide again. Amira now positioned her crotch over Danielle's mouth and ordered her to keep her mouth open.

Danielle looked up and saw Amira rubbing herself. Then Amira relaxed her muscles and let out a stream of warm piss into Danielle's mouth. As best as she could Danielle's dry mouth swallowed the golden juice she got from her misstress. Her mouth was so dry, she could not taste it anymore. After a while, the stream stopped and ended in a few drops. Danielle's tongue licked of the last drops so her misstress was clean again. After that, Amira got up and stepped in to her bed. Danielle laid on the floor, and with a soft voice thanked her misstress for this special saturdaynite dinner...


Isabella's Feet



Isabella's Feet




By footman789

Me and Isabella were always close friends, ever since i met her at school she was always really nice to me and i was always nice to her. one Friday Isabella asked me if i wanted to go her house to watch TV and just have some fun (her parents had gone on a weekend holiday and wouldnt be back until Sunday night) i said yes and was very excited for it because i thought it would give me a chance to ask her to be my Girlfriend. But in my mind i thought Isabella was quite popular whereas i was not very well known by everybody in my year and i was almost like a background charachter.

it was 7:00 by the time i got to Isabella's house and by now i was feeling extremely nervous and worried that things wouldnt go to plan and that i would make a fool out of myself, but still i believed in myself and told myself i could do it as i knocked on the door. About 5 seconds after i knocked Isabella stood in the doorway and looked absolutely stunning, even without makeup i thought she looked absolutely stunning and the fact that she was still wearing her School Uniform made her look like an beautiful angel that had fallen from the sky.

"Hey jason come on in and make yourself at home" she said sweetly

"Thanks izzy" i replied as i sat on the sofa in her living room

She soon joined me and sat next to me as she grabbed the remote and flicked through the different channels, i was feeling almost ill and was extra careful that i didnt do anything silly.

"whats the matter" Isabella said as she was now looking with concern "your as white as a ghost"

"Its nothing really" i replied but i was stuttering with my words "I just trying not to make a fool out of myself"

"awww jason" she then said holding my arm and stroking it "your not going to make a fool out of yourself, its just you and me here"

she then did something that made me warm inside she gave a big hug and didnt release until 2 minutes later

i had a really goofy look on my face after she had hugged me all Isabella did was laugh, the moment seemed so perfect and we were both leaning in until a Barking sound could be heard from upstairs. "urrrgh thats just ruined the moment" i said to myself in my head.

"Will you excuse me for a moment jason, i have to see to my dog daisy" she said while standing up

"okay" i said as i was looking around and saw what was on tv, Two and half men was on the episode with Megan Fox in it the bit where she was painting her toes. about a few minutes later Isabella returned and looked straight at me.

"Whatcha Thinkin'" She said very cutely

"oh its nothing really" i replied trying to keep my cool

But Isabella then looked at the TV where Megan was painting her toes and she then turned back and looked at me in a curious manner.

"what are you looking at" i asked her politely

"Nothing" she replied

after she said this she started to take off her black knee high socks revealing her gorgous feet, her toes werent painted and a stench then started to rise from her feet, i turned to face Isabella but just i had she had thrusted her feet right into my face, her toes were wiggling playfully on my face.

"OHHH JASON'S GOT A FOOT FETISH" she said happily not even trying keep her voice down

Because of Isabella wiggling her toes on my face the smell had gotten a lot worse than before, the smell would have knocked a normal person sick. i tried to remove her feet from my face but she put them straight back on.

"uh uh uh jason, your going to do whatever i want you to do otherwise i tell the whole school about your foot fetish" she said with an evil grin on her face

"okay i'll do whatever you want isabella just please dont tell anyone" i replied almost begging

"good, wait here" she said before disappering upstairs again, she returned with what looked like black nail polish and a camera.

"now jason your going to Paint my Gorgeous toes and then im going to make you sniff & lick my feet and then your going to suck my cheesy toes clean" she said

"yes okay isabella right away" i said in an almost panic

i sat up straight on the sofa while she lay on the other side with her feet on my lap

"okay jason, paint my toes or everyone is going to know your secret" she said

I groaned as i started to paint her big toe and then the next toe and then the next toe

Isabella didnt make the job very easy because her toes kept wiggling away and the smell was putting me off

From out of nowhere i heard a flashing noise and saw that Isabella was holding her camera and taking pictures of me painting her toes, i looked at her in a confused manner she wasnt too pleased

"Uh jason did i ask you to stop painting my toes, i didnt did i? so get back to painting or these pictures are getting sent to everyone at school

Worried sick of the thought i continued painted her cheesy toes. after 1/2 an hour of painting she finally removed her feet off of my lap, i started to relax and lay down on the sofa my head now was resting on the armrest, i should have done this because Isabella jumped on the sofa at lay the oppisite way i was and her stinky feet were right in my face.

"Sniff those beautys" Isabella said trying hard not to laugh

i was going to regret it but nevertheless i moved my head forward toward her feet, the smell was absolutley horrible the stench of Vingear & Cheese came to mind when i started sniffing

"thats it jason, sniff the smell right off my feet" she said while taking another picture of me this time sniffing her feet

this went on for about 1 hour and was amazed how i wasnt knocked out when Isabella then said i had to lick her feet clean. I bravely stuck my tounge out preparing for the worst, when my tounge came in contact with her feet it felt like i was licking cheese off of a plate. The worst part of all was when i got near the top of her feet, Isabella would wiggle her toes near my nose to put me off even further.

Isabella was clearly having the time of her life while taking loads of pictures of me licking her feet clean, she then started teasing me whenever she wiggled her toes near my nose. "awww does Jason want to suck my toes, not yet my little foot slave you havent finished with my soles yet.

after an hour of licking her feet and after Isabella inspected the Saliva coating on her soles, she then said "when your ready you can suck my toes" trying hard not to laugh. Before i had a chance to speak Isabella had shoved her 1st two toes of her right foot into my mouth and started wiggling to get all of her toes from her right foot into my mouth, i tried to get them out but everytime i forced one of Isabella's toes out she would wiggle it back into place, her horrible piggies were then playing my tonuge and i swallowed some of the stink from her toes, my thoart felt werid and i thought i was gonna upchuck the stink back up

"oh no just surrender and suck my stinky piggies jason, it'll be good for you" she said with a smile on her face.
i had no choice, i couldnt force them out of my mouth so i started to suck on her toes, she kept wiggling them in my mouth so the stench would be fresh in my mouth and i had to quickly suck the stench down my thoart. Isabella was thrilled that i was sucking her toes "Go on Jason, see if you can get rid of the smell" as she took more pictures of me this time sucking her toes.

After two hours of sniffing and licking and sucking Isabella pulled her feet away from me and looked at them with a teasing look. "okay Jason i wont tell anyone about your foot fetish ONLY if you become my foot slave" she then said with a face of satsifaction.

"okay Isabella, ill be your footslave" i said my cheeks glowing bright red

"good boy" as she came over to me and kissed me on the lips for a full 3 minutes

"wow jason your face really stinks of feet, i really gave you a hard time didnt i?" Isabella said afterwards

"yeah" i said while laughing "so does this mean that you and me are" i asked hopefully

"together" she said finishing my sentinace for me "if you want to be with me and my smelly feet"

"HELL YEAH" i replied "Isabella i thought you would have thought about being popular more than about me" i said shocked

"nope, Jason i love you sweetie, i dont care if you have a foot fetish i think its quite cute" she said

there was a long awkward pause at that moment i broke the slicence "sooo i guess i should head home..."

"oh no you dont" Isabella said quickly, "i want to cuddle with my boyfriend tonight and you've got more work to do"

"what do you mean" i replied

"your going to give my feet some more attention and rub my babys and also your going to give your Princess some love" she said in a loving manner

"okie dokie" i replied cheerfully "btw if you ever want me to lick, Suck & Sniff your gorgeous feet sweetie let me know, it really doesnt bother me anymore"

"hahaha i will now im going to get into my PJ's and go on facebook" she said as she began walking out of the room

"why go on facebook?" i asked confused

"so i change my relationship status to in a relationship with you my sweet prince" she said sweetly
After she went upstairs i thought about what had just happened tonight thinking, This is the greatest day ever!!!


A Family Slave


A Family Slave
By Author Uknown

I have always been the slave of my wife Laura. Depending on her mood I am her feet licker, her ass cleaner, her human toilet, her maid, her doormat…in one word her thing ! My wife has 2 younger sisters who are student living with their parents and 1 older sister who is doctor and just coming back at home for week-end or vacation. I have always been very impressed by my father in law surrounded by women ! At this time we were spending a week-end at my parents in law house on the seaside. We were only 4 as all the sisters were having fun somewhere else !
On the Saturday afternoon we were all coming back from a walk along the sea. When I entered the house behind my mother in law Nancy I noticed that she was removing her shoes. She was wearing quite high heels pump. As I was staring at her feet I saw her yellow sole and, above all, the grimy inner soles of her shoes ! I must admit that this was very exciting…
I went on to our room. My wife came just after me and asked me to lie down on the floor. She began to wipe the soles of her boot on my face. Suddenly she leant forward and she slapped me over the face : "I saw you staring at mom's feet you little shit !". I tried to answer but she put her heel inside my mouth filling it with sands. She added : "tonight you will pick up her shoes and you will lick them clean inside and outside!". This prospect was very exciting but also quite disgusting as I was remembering the grimy soles !
The evening was quieter ! I watched TV with my father in law whereas my wife spent a lot of time discussing with her mother in the kitchen. Around 10.00pm everyone went to bed.
My wife entered the room and ordered me to undress completely. She put me my dog collar and clamps on my nipples. She said : "now go to the closet inside the entrance and bring back the shoes that were so exciting !". I was scared : "But I could meet your father or your mother". "I don't care, she said, do it now !". The room of my parents in law was upstairs and we were staying at the first floor but this expedition was very risky ! I didn't meet anyone and I came back with the shoes : "kneel in front of me and lick them clean, the outside first !". I began to lick the sand on the leather and the soles and when they were enough shiny she said : "now I want you to remove the grime inside and to eat everything". As I was licking the first shoe someone knocked at the door : "Laura ?". It was my mother in law. Usually nobody was disturbing us after we went to bed. Anyway my wife had locked the door. I looked at her a bit scared. She said loudly : "Don't stop licking little slut ! Come in Mom that's opened !". Nancy came in, closed the door and began looking at me with a large smile ! I felt so awkward but so excited ! My wife began to explain : "As I told you he's my little slut ! he really enjoys licking my feet, my shoes, my ass, my panties and so on. But above all his dream is to be a human toilet and a fart eater ! But I must admit that I didn't train him enough recently !". They were now looking at me finishing to eat the huge amount of grime I had removed inside the shoes with my nails and my tongue. Nancy just said : "That's very interesting !". She added : "Your father has checked the weather news and he is proposing to go sailing all the day tomorrow". My wife answered : "I will go with dad and Dan will stay here with you. Would you mind training him all the day long ?". Nancy smiled and said looking at me : "My pleasure Laura". She removed her panty and put it in my mouth while taking back her clean shoes and going out. Laura tied my hands in my back and went into the bed just saying : "I want you to chew this panty all night, don’t forget !".
I slept like this lying down on the floor beside the bed. Around 6.00 am I was waken up by the smelly feet of my wife massaging my face. She leant forward to remove Nancy's panty and she said : "good morning toilet !". She squatted over my face and began to pee while playing with the nipple clamp. I knew that I must not loose even one drop of piss. She was laughing : "The first shot of the day it the one you prefer, very sour as you like !". She finished and put the panty back in my mouth : "Mom will pick you up when she need and she will be happy to find back her panty ! You would be well advised to be a good slave today because I gave her a free hand to punish you as harshly as she wants…and I know her ! See you tonight toilet !". I stayed there in the dark. I heard her having breakfast with her father. I also recognised her way of going upstairs probably to visit her mother. Later se came back to the bathroom next to our room but then she left directly. The house was now silent.
Suddenly I heard my mother in law going downstairs. I was listening carefully and I heard her going into the kitchen and then going through the corridor towards our room. She entered wearing a dressing gown and holding a funnel. She looked at me, she removed her panty and she began speaking : "first of all let me give you the rules toilet. You must not say anything unless you are asked to. You must obey without any hesitation. Each time you will displease me you will get a warning slap. When you will have reached 3 warnings you will get 10 strokes of riding crop. The next 3 warnings I will increase to 20 strokes and then each time you reach 3 warnings again I will double your punishment. Do you understand toilet ?". I answered : "Yes mistress" and I receive the strongest slap I ever had : "I am not your mistress, Laura is your mistress, you will address me as Madam, is that clear ?". "Yes Madam". "Open you mouth" she said while putting the funnel inside. She squatted down and she began peeing. It was much sourer than the piss of my wife and the flow was huge and quick. I could not see the end and I began to suffocate making a lot of noise. Finally she stopped. She stood up removing the funnel from my mouth. She leant forward and I received another strong slap on the same cheek : "When I use a toilet I don't want to hear any noise". I was worrying as the warning was very easy to get !
She took my leash in my wife's bag and she attached it to my collar and she pulled on it to make me kneel : "Let's go" she said pulling the leash and forcing me to move on my knee as my hands were still tied in my back. We went through the corridor and she began to go up stairs. This was very difficult and she was not slowing down. Once at the top of the stairs she looked at me silently and she slapped me over the face : "You are too slow !". She went to the room of the youngest sister and she came back with a crop. "Give me your ass and count the strokes loudly". She was whipping me very harshly and it was very painful. I was trying to count loudly but suddenly after 5 strokes she stopped, she asked me to raise my head and she slapped me again : "I don't feel your enthusiasm when you count ! You should improve your behaviour very quickly as you have already begun your second set of warning ! Your ass quickly !" She finished and believe me I managed to be enthusiastic !
She pulled me at the opposite side of the corridor near the sister's room. She opened the door of the bathroom and she explained to me something my wife already told me in the past : "We call it the ladies room because it is used only by my daughters and me. It was an agreement with the girls : they have to clean this bathroom themselves every week but my husband cannot use it. He has to go downstairs. This morning before leaving Laura came here and prepared your breakfast !". She pulled me inside and attached my leash to the toilet. I looked inside the pan and I saw 3 small turds floating inside. She untied my hands and she said : "Collect them, lick them and then chew them. Do it now one by one !". I looked again at the turds hesitating and she slapped me again ! I took the first one in my hand and lick it before putting it inside my mouth. This was a very hard work. I did the same with the second one with Nancy laughing at me. It was really nauseating and I stopped before licking the third one. She slapped me 2 times saying : " You have just begun your third set of warning ! Lick it and eat it toilet while giving me your ass." She was now counting and I was chewing the third turd of my wife. She completed the 20 strokes and then she tied me the hands in the back and she shortened my leash putting my head closer from the toilet. She said : "I am going to have my breakfast and then I must go to the supermarket to buy some food for my dinner. You will stay here but you will not waste your time ! As I told you my young daughters are supposed to clean this bathroom and this toilet. Unfortunately during the last 2 weeks they have been preparing their examination and they didn't have any time. Naturally I didn't do it meaning that this toilet has been used by 3 women during 2 weeks without any cleaning. Now you are going to lick it clean entirely. Don't use anything else than your mouth and don't forget that 2 more warnings would mean 40 strokes of crop. You have about 1 hour". She left the bathroom and closed the door. I examined the toilet and I must admit that it was quite dirty and stinky. I had no choice and I begun to lick it clean using also my hair to remove some piss or shit or even hairs. This was risky but I didn't want to eat everything. I was still trying to get a perfect result when I heard Nancy coming back. One hour could be very short when you have to lick a toilet !
She entered, looked at the toilet and said : "That's not so bad for a first time ! Did you use only your mouth ?". Without any hesitation I said : "Yes Madam." She leant forward and sniffed at my hair. She smiled and slapped me twice much more strongly than before ! "The first time is because you have used you hair, the second one is because you are a liar. Give me your ass and count loudly !". I received 40 strokes of crop and I was almost crying but still counting with enthusiasm thinking to the next punishment that would be 80 strokes. At the end she pushed my head inside the pan as far as possible and she flushed the toilet. Then she pulled me inside the tube, she untied my hand and she asked me to wash myself while splashing me with cold water. She ordered me to dry myself with the bath mat that was not so clean as you can guess !
Finally she pulled me toward her room. We entered the room. On the floor there was a huge pile of panties and stockings. She asked me to remove her shoes and to eat the grime inside. The soles were hot and very smelly. As the grime was moist it was very easy to remove it and I found a huge amount at the end of the shoes. She was looking at me with a smile but without saying anything. Then she undressed, put a spandex suit, a pair of sneaker and climbed on her exercise bike. She said : "I am going to have a 1 hour exercise and during this time I want you to lick all these panties and to suck all these stockings. As you guess they belong to me and to my daughters. When I will check I don’t want to see any spot or mark any more !" I began licking the panties checking one by one if the result was acceptable. She was looking at TV but sometime I felt her eyes resting on me. I was doing my best even if some underwear were really stinking ! I managed to finish my work before she stopped. She was bathed in sweat and I guessed that I would have to lick again !
She sat on the bed and she ordered me to remove her sneaker. She was not wearing any sock and her feet were wet. "Lick them clean !" she said. Her feet were really stinking and I discovered a huge amount of grime licking between the toes. She seemed to enjoy this mouth massage. She stood up and removed the top of her suit. She raised her arm and ordered me to lick her armpit. Then she told me to lie down on my back. She remove the bottom of her suit, she took the funnel and put it in my mouth. Without a word she peed once again in my throat. Then she sat on my face putting back the clamps on my nipples. Her ass was very sweaty and smelly. She said : " after my exercise I usually need to shit ! I am going to fart and I don’t want to smell anything. Seal your mouth around my asshole and lick it clean." She farted twice very loudly. Her farts were very bitter. I felt her pushing inside my mouth and with my tongue I felt a turd coming. She was much taller than my wife and I was worried by the possible size of her turds ! I was right ! The first turd began to slide into my mouth. It was enormous ! I had no other choice than to fill my cheek with it. She stopped and stood up : "chew it toilet, I want to see you chewing it !". She slapped me again : "I don’t accept this disgusted expression on your face !". I swallowed everything and she came back on my mouth. The next turd was not smaller but she didn’t stand up, still pushing and forcing me to swallow it directly. There was another huge fart and then another smaller turd. She was still sitting on my face. There was a break and I heard her leafing through a magazine : "don’t stop licking toilet if you want more ! This will be your second warning !". I was licking deeper and deeper inside her asshole when I felt a flow of liquid shit sliding in my mouth and then another turd. She had finished ! "Lick my asshole clean now toilet !". She stood up and slapped me as planned ! Then she took her moist spandex panty and rubbed my face. She put the panty inside my mouth and tied my hand again. She said : "Give me your ass for 80 strokes. I know that you had only 2 warnings but I change the rules !". This time I really cried and I stopped to count after 50 strokes. She said : "I will count myself but now you need 2 for 1 ! It's also a new rule !" I received 60 more strokes instead of 30 ! Then she forced me inside a closet containing several of her shoes. She spat on my face and she said : "For noon I am going to have some Mexican food with a friend. When I will come back you will have your lunch !". The day was not over and at this time I could not imagine that I was going to become a family slave for the 4 sisters and their mother.


A Concerned Individual


A Concerned Individual
By Author Unknown

I just got back from visiting my mistress. She's about 5'7" with
long reddish-brown hair, a beautiful 25 year-old face, a slim-yet-
shapely figure, and wonderfully soft, smelly, beautiful size 7 feet.

I arrived and she ordered me to remove my clothes and kneel before
her. When I did so, she ordered me to place my hands behind my back,
crossed.

When I did this, she proceeded to hogtie me. She then tied my body
to the edge of a 3-foot high bed, so that I was laying on my back,
face upwards pointing to the foot of the bed.

Laying there helpless, I looked into her beautiful green eyes and
she said, "Looks like someone needs a gag."

No arguments here. "If it pleases you, mistress."

She proceeded to slowly remove her sneaker and sock (which she had
been wearing for 30 hours straight!) inches from my face. The moment
her shoe came off, a very strong cheesy smell hit my nostrils. Once
she removed the sock, she said, "open wide," and I did, and she
shoved the sock, turned inside-out, toe-end first, into my mouth.
She then proceeded to take some very thick rope and tie it around my
head, so that it kept the sock in my mouth very tightly.

So here I am, laying there at the foot of the bed, hogtied to the
bedpost, with a sock tied into my mouth. She smiled at me, climbed
up on the bed, and wasted no time plopping her other socked foot
over my nose.

She placed her toes over my mouth and the ball of her foot tightly
down on the sock, making sure I couldn't breathe through my mouth.
She ordered me to take deep breaths, and I did, breathing in a
wonderful cheesy stench for at least 10 minutes. Then she took off
her other sock, and placed the toes of that foot over my nose, and
the other foot down above it, pressing the toes into my nose. I lay
there like that breathing in her toe-stink for another 10 minutes,
while she alternated feet and rubbed them all over my face. Her toes
and soles were so wonderfully soft and sweaty and warm.

Then she said she was going to move me, but had to give me something
to smell while she did it. So she took the other sock, tied it over
my nose, and proceeded to move me over to the middle of the room, re
hog-tied me, and then told me to lay down on my back and raise my
legs up to give her a chair.

I did so, and she sat on my legs, took the sock off my nose with her
toes, and proceeded to plop both bare feet on my face, completely
covering my face and eyesight. I lay like that for another 10
minutes or so, breathing in the stench of her bare soles. She just
kept saying "Good slave, take deep breaths of my footstink," which I
did, naturally.

Whils I lay there smelling her feet, she tied some rope around my
erect penis and started jerking it with the rope. This was driving
me crazy, of course, because with it tied so tightly, it felt great
but I couldn't come. All this with her soft, warm feet on my face,
pressing down hard.

Then she untied me and brought me over to her throne. There, she had
me kneel at the foot of the throne, and tied my hands and feet to
the throne so I couldn't move. Then, she sat down with her feet at
the edge of the throne, and proceeded to plop them back on my face,
this time toes over the nose, and the other foot on my chin. She
then pressed my head/body back as far as it would go, straining my
arms against the rope, while I breathed in her footstink, with the
gag still on, unable to move or breathe through my mouth.

Finally, after about 5 minutes of that, she asked if I would like to
kiss her feet. I nodded, she took the gag off, and I proceeded to
kiss her feet, all over, for about 20 minutes, all while still
breathing in the heady cheesy stench, while tied to the throne.

Eventually, she said to me, "Open wide slave!"

I did, and she stuck all 5 toes of her right foot in my mouth.

"Suck 'em all, and get in between, slave," she said. I did, tasting
the salty footsweat and toejam between her tiny toes. She put her
other foot over my nose so I could smell her feet while sucking her
toes. I stayed like this for another 10 minutes or so, after which
she switched feet.

Then, she ordered me to lick every inch of both feet clean. I did so
while she held my head in a firm grasp by my hair, guiding my head
and tongue where she wanted them.

Finally, she said to me, "You've been a very good slave, I think
I'll let you masturbate, but you have to do it my way!"

So, she untied me from the throne, re-hogtied me, took the rope off
my dick, placed my dick in her shoe, so that I was laying face-down
on top of the shoe, and ordered me to hump her shoe until I came.
When I started doing so, she stuck her left foot in my mouth so I
could have 5 toes to suck on, and started rubbing her right foot all
over my face.

Needless to say, after all that stimulation, it only took me a
minute or two to finish. She still made me worship her feet for
another 20 minutes or so before untying me, though.

She then told me she had fun, and she'd be giving me a call to come
back and do it again. Once again, no arguments here. :)

She gave me the sock that I didn't suck on, and I'm smelling it
right now. It still smells wonderfully cheesy, and I think I'll be
putting it in a Ziploc for later enjoyment. :)

Great way to spend an afternoon, eh?